Sliding her knee between my legs, she unfastened my belt and tugged at my zipper. “How long are we going to f**k tonight?”
“As long as you want.” I palmed her br**sts through her shirt, slipping a hand underneath her bra.
“Ahhhh…” She murmured as I caressed her nipple.
The elevator doors slid open quickly, but our bodies remained entwined as we found our way to the suite. Her lips latched onto mine again as we stumbled into the room—bumping into the lamps and the dressers.
She was moaning louder now, barely controlling herself as I unzipped her dress and unclasped her bra.
I felt her hands at my waist—pushing my pants to the floor, and when my back hit the wall, I realized she was on her knees in front of me.
Leaning forward, she rubbed her hands up and down my cock, asking me to tell her how badly I wanted her mouth on me.
“I don’t…” I shook my head as I realized I had been fantasizing about Aubrey the entire time.
“You’re not even going to beg for it?” She smiled, bringing her head closer.
“Stop.” I grabbed her by her hair and gently pushed her away.
“Is something wrong, Thoreau? Did you want to do me first instead? Should I get on the bed or the chair?”
I couldn’t make out the rest of her questions; images of Aubrey were clouding my brain, invading all my senses. And the more I stared at this woman, a woman who was nowhere near as beautiful as Aubrey, the more I felt my c**k softening.
Fuck…
I pulled my pants up and zipped the fly. “I no longer feel like f**king you. You can leave.”
“Excuse me?” She sucked in a breath and crossed her arms. “What did you just say?”
“I said that I don’t feel like f**king you.” I spoke slowly. “And that you can leave. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
“You’re going to put me out? Just like that?”
“Would you like me to reserve another room for you?”
“What happened to the man I met online?” She stood up. “Was that all a front? Is this some type of game where you take out women, say sexy things you’ve probably read off the internet, and then make them get naked knowing damn well that you don’t know how to f**k?”
“I definitely know how to f**k.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “I just don’t feel like f**king you.”
“I can’t…I can’t believe…” Her jaw dropped. “You’re a f**king ass**le!”
“Asshole? Yes. Fucking? Unfortunately not. Can you make sure that the door is completely closed on your way out?”
She pulled her dress over her body and picked up her purse. “I’m putting a flag next to your profile on Date-Match. And you know what else? I’m going to leave a review of our encounter, too. I’m going to make sure—”
“Do you normally talk as you get dressed?” I cut her off and took a seat on the bed. “I’m pretty sure it’s something that doesn’t require conversation.”
Fuming, she slipped into her shoes and rushed out of the room—slamming the door behind her.
I waited until I heard the ping of the elevator and lay across the mattress. I tried my best to think of something or someone other than Aubrey, but she was all that came to mind.
What the f**k is happening?
I stared at the ceiling for another hour, unable to take my mind off of how her mouth felt against mine at the office earlier today. Even if it was only for a few seconds.
Needing to get to the bottom of this, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called her.
“Hello?” She answered on the second ring. “Hello?”